Disclaimer: I do not own Dexter or Forever. All characters belong to ABC and Showtime.

A/N: Forever reminds me of Dexter, so I decided to make an AU fic, a what if Henry Morgan was Dexter's son. Apart from the never dying thing, I think Harrison would have had a life like Henry Morgan. in this story the sins of the father are bestowed on the son, even if it does seem a bit over due. Still convinced the writer's were fans of Dexter!

Every generation likes to think they're improving upon the last, that progress is inevitable, that the future holds less misery and suffering than the past. But the truth is, things never change. History has a way of repeating itself. It's just most people don't live long enough to see it happen.

Harrison Morgan grew up, being raised by his single mother,Hannah. They traveled a lot, never staying in one place But never to the United States. He never knew why and was never given the answer. The only question his mother was able to answer was what happened to his father. Harrison barely remembered his father but he knew that he died in Hurricane Laura in Miami. She was the only family he had.

The last place they visited was England, where they decided to make their permanent home. Living there for nearly 13 years Harrison picked up the accent.

He was a teenager when he found out his father was the Bay Harbor Butcher. He finally understood his interest in death, and the constant traveling, his mother had been in hiding. Was she even his mother? Why would his father leave him? He was a psycho path. Ever since he found out about his father, he often plagued by nightmares and slept walked. He often woke up in water. After he graduated High School he left England to try and escape his nightmares. He graduated from Medical School in Quam, before that he had a job as a grave digger. Receiving his Doctorate he moved to NY were he was a Doctor for a while before his fear of becoming like his father was starting to finally get to him. He became a medical examiner for the local hospital instead of operating with dead bodies so he would harm no one. But when Jo Martinez entered his life, things start to take an unexpected turn, especially after he receives an anonymous call from a man that claims to know all about Henry and that Henry is just like him, and it's only a matter of time. Before Henry kills someone. And he does. During an investigation of a train conductor's death, whom was killed via poison, by a man, Hans Koler, seeking vengeance for his wife's murder, he kills 14 people in the process. Henry pushes the suspect of the roof to stop him from poisoning unexpected tourists in Grand Central Station. Jo had been shot by the perpetrator. Recovering in the hospital Jo tells Henry "I thought you...pushed him off the roof after Hans had dropped the gun. Henry says it's just the morphing talking.

The anonymous caller, calls Henry to gloat. " We're the same, you and I. Same curse, same affliction. We can never escape it, Henry. We might as well have some fun with it."

The caller eventually reveals to Henry he likes to be referred to as Adam. He starts to frame Henry for murder, first killing a taxi driver with an antique sword, much like one from Abe's shop. Abe tells Henry he should tell somebody about the psychopath stalking him, someone he trusts, someone with a badge. "Jo, she'll think I'm insane."

"Henry, you might need her. You might need the entire NYPD. You can trust her."

"I've made that mistake before."

The NYPD pull the taxi driver's cab up from the river. Henry finds his pocket watch between the seat in the back. Jo sees it and just thinks he dropped it. It was a close call. He know knew he was being framed but that is not all Henry has to worry about. Henry sleep walks ending up in the east river again. After being picked up by the NYPD for indecent exposure, his co-workers relentlessly tease his but Jo and the Lt. Reece suggest he see a psychiatrist. He does but during his session he's called to a crime scene.

The second death, another taxi driver was autopsied on while he was alive. Henry discovers that the procedure was done with a hunting knife, just like his own. In a panic he rushes to the hospital morgue to check his tools he keeps locked in his desk. the hunting knife has blood on it. This prompts Henry that it is time to leave.

Jo arrived at the hospital but there was no Henry. Lucas was, Henry's younger assistant. While Lucas is examining the new victim he goes into detail that a medical examiner's work is like a painter's brush strokes. Lucas says they're Henry's.

Jo goes to Abe's antique's. She finds Henry holding the hunting knife with blood on it. he tells her at that it's exactly what it looks the station he explains that he has a stalker, an admirer of his work. At first he thought he was harmless but the man is clearly a psychopath. To his relief they believe him and track down the killer, a psychiatric patient. They cannot see his file without a psychiatrist. Jo and Henry go to Lewis Farber, Henry's psychiatrist. Given the information Jo locks down the hospital but the patient, Clark Walker, narrowly escapes.

Henry asks Jo if she ever thought it was him.

"You are a lot of things Henry Morgan but a killer isn't one of them."

Later Clark Walker comes to Abe's shop, and begs Henry to kill him. They fight and Henry ends up killing him. Abe comes down to the basement after having heard the commotion as he arrived.

"Is that him?"

"No. it doesn't make sense. The caller would've fought for his life. This man wanted to be killed."

The NYPD arrive. An investigator asks Henry, "anything else you can remember, any small detail?"

"Hey, give him a break, he's one of us." Detective Hanson said. "He'll talk when he's ready." The investigator clears off. "You did good Doc, taking out a serial killer. " Hanson continued. "It was a righteous kill."

It didn't feel that way. Why did it feel like he had killed an innocent man?

Jo approaches Henry as Hanson walks off. "you know, a wise man once told me the day that killing someone doesn't affect you, that's the day you've got real problems."

"I wouldn't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"I disagree. When you're ready to talk I'm here." She puts a hand on Henry's before going to join the others.

The phone rings. Henry answers it.

It's the caller. "So I bet you're wondering what happened."

"He wasn't you."

"Hmm. Perhaps I gave poor Clark the impression to end his own affliction was to die. And that you'd gladly help him if you thought he was me. Thankfully you did. Clark was a full on psychopath and if allowed more time he would've killed again. You did a good deed If you don't mind me saying."

"Why do this?"

"It's in our nature Henry. After fighting it for so long, you' ve just done something you knew was eventually inevitable. You've killed a man. There's no other rush like it, taking a life. It's thrilling. Tell me I'm wrong."

"I'm done with this. You're just as sick as the man you've sent here to kill me. That's why you hide. You're insane."

"Look outside."

Henry looks out the store front window. across the street sitting in a taxi cab, facing directly toward him is Lewis Farber, the psychiatrist.

He rolls down the cab window, "in my professional opinion, I disagree. I'm leaving town for awhile but I do look forward continuing our conversation. Merry Christmas, Henry."